pontmercyfriend | What spring does with the cherry trees.

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jake vickers,
nsfw

What spring does with the cherry trees.

Marius can't quite believe he's taking one of the most embarrassing experiences of his life as inspiration for a date, of sorts, but here he is. Jake had texted him a date and time, and so Marius made preparations. He'd headed out a couple of hours before the end of Jake's shift, stopping first to pick up the promised wine from his work. He'd also stopped for a box of chocolates and any other supplies they might need because it seemed like the right thing to do. Plus, who could argue against chocolate and wine?

He'd found Jake's apartment unlocked, as promised. He'd put the chocolates and wine on the table, grabbing two glasses out of the cabinet in the process, placing them next the wine. He'd taken a few moments to study Jake's apartment, noting how Jake hadn't been kidding when he mentioned not having much in his flat. Still, in spite of that, Marius got a sense for Jake in the place.

He'd lounged a bit, reading a book he brought with him. An hour before he figured Jake to be due home, Marius made his way into the shower, figuring the wetter he was, the better the effect on Jake. He took his time, luxuriated beneath the hot water. He'd let the soap sink into his skin and lathered the shampoo into his hair. By the time he'd stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around himself, his hair looked a bit like a bird's nest.

So now he waits for Jake to come home, having already poured two glasses of the wine he brought. He reads on the floor of the living room, dressed in nothing but the towel, as promised. He lets out a contented sigh, smiling to himself. He anticipates the look on Jake's face, his smile brightening. The edge of the towel slides low on his hips.

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"Making someone babble in another language might be the biggest compliment I've ever gotten," Jake murmured, smiling crookedly. Marius' reaction meant he wasn't about to stop now. His first few strokes had been slightly tentative to see what Marius liked but now that he had an idea, he firmed his grip and passed a thumb over the head, stroking lightly and lightly and then a little harder, varying the pressure to make sure he didn't start expecting something.

"Let's see what else I might be able to do," he continued, smile turning into a wicked smirk as he kept stroking, stopping every so often just to press and drag the pads of his fingers against the hard, silky skin. He even moaned in pleasure, fighting off the urge to touch himself for the moment.

"Well, if you keep up what you're doing, you'll receive many, many more compliments of a similar size," Marius manages to laugh as he replies, a breathless, ragged sound gasped out between moans and more babbling in another language.

His entire body trembles as he shifts against the sheets, moving his hips into Jake's grip as his hands clasp desperately at whatever of Jake he can reach. All the while, little noises and French curse words of varying degrees of coherence fall from between his lips, along with attempts at Jake's name. Jake keeps him guessing at how he'll touch him next, keeping him on his toes, which only further arouses him.

"Whatever you want," he manages to pant out. And, God, that smirk and the way he drags the press of his fingers down him. Marius whimpers a bit at the sight and the sensation, the way they both send jolts throughout him. He feels a little wrecked already, and Jake's only just started touching him.

"You are reactive," Jake noted, filing that away for later. Now that he knew, he planned on using it to his advantage during this and any future encounters Jake might be lucky to have with Marius. He licked his lips, shifting around a bit to kneel in between Marius' legs.

He twisted his wrist, keeping up that friction and pressure on Marius until Jake was in the position he wanted to be in. He flicked a glance up at Marius, taking in how good he looked when he was coming apart at the seams. Jake hadn't really gotten started (that was coming in the next second) but Marius was already beautiful and flushed on his bed.

With a quick smirk, Jake leaned down and licked over the head of Marius' cock, tasting and letting Marius react to what he was planning on doing now.

"Yes, quite," Marius admits, flushing more, though his face is already quite covered in shades of pink and red as it is. He knows his reactions sometimes catch people by surprise, but as someone who's never been able to hide how he feels, being so reactive, as Jake puts it, feels only natural to himself. He couldn't imagine not reacting with such intensity, truly.

He can feel Jake shifting between his legs at the same time he twists his wrists. The friction from both movements sets off more sparks within him, and he keeps thrusting his hips forward, into Jake's hand, and trembling against the sheets for more, all the while letting out little noises of wanting and pleasure.

He curses loudly in French as Jake leans over to lick over his cock, body arching sharply against the bed in response. "Jake," he moans, still trembling and clutching at the other man as need shoots through him. "Please."

"So polite," Jake murmured, pulling his mouth away because he was a bloody tease and he wanted to see if he could get Marius to sound like that again. That pleading moan was music to his ears and he wanted more of it. He wrapped his hand back around Marius' cock, stroking slowly and biting his lip. It was getting harder and harder to not just dive right into this but Jake's control was still present.

For the moment.

He let go once again and bowed his head, taking more of Marius into his mouth now, sucking sharply and running his tongue along the underside of Marius' cock before swirling it around the head and smiling up at Marius.

Marius flashes Jake a flicker of a smile at that, especially amused as he feels anything but polite in the moment. He feels Jake pulling away keenly, shifting towards him for more as he groans. His chest heaves a bit as he watches Jake, enjoying the teasing and suffering from it all at once.

"Please," he moans again, breath catching in his throat as he glances at Jake with slightly glazed eyes. "Please, Jake."

And then Jake's mouth is on his cock again, and Marius nearly starts, the sensation and warmth of his mouth sending more feverish sparks running through him. He tangles his hands in Jake's hair, tugging slightly, as his body trembles and his back bows towards Jake, craving more. French curses keep slipping from between his lips, as well as small, whimpering noises and more pleading moans. Jake is rendering him into a mess of flushed skin and gasping noises; he happily sinks into it all.

Jake braced his hands on Marius' thighs, not holding him down at all but giving himself something to touch and use for leverage if needed. Jake was as prepared as he could be if Marius couldn't stop himself from moving and he even encouraged it by sucking a little sharper and taking more and more of him into his mouth.

He went as far as he could go, went until Marius' cock just touched the back of his throat and then he stayed there, breathing slowly through his nose and letting Marius enjoy the tight fit of his mouth. His tongue moved every so often, slicking its way down the shaft and licking briefly before Jake had to move, sliding his mouth up and taking a breath once he'd pulled off.

"More?" he asked teasingly, grinning. "Or should I stop?"

Marius leans into Jake's hands on his thighs, appreciative of their warmth against his skin as he continues to tremble and shake beneath him. He tries to keep a sound enough mind to make sure he doesn't accidentally kick Jake in the face, but with what Jake is doing with his mouth currently makes that task rather difficult to accomplish.

"Jake." he moans, voice cracking as he lets out more French curses and his back arches sharply against the bed at the sensation of Jake taking so much of him in his beautiful, warm mouth. His hips jerk a bit at the way Jake's tongue moves against him, and Marius winds up tugging on Jake's hair.

"Please don't stop," he breathes, desperation obvious in his voice.

"How can I resist such a nicely worded request?" Very easily, Jake thought. But, he didn't want to be cruel today and stopping now would have made Jake whine and curse if their positions had been reversed. So, he didn't plan on stopping unless he had to take a breath or decided to switch things up.

So, with another crooked smile, he moved back down, taking Marius into his mouth and sucking lazily. He wasn't in a huge rush and he didn't think he needed to be considering how vividly Marius was reacting. Jake couldn't tell if he was close but, if he wasn't, Jake planned on getting him there with a steady rhythm and the use of his hands on the parts of Marius' cock that he couldn't reach with his mouth.

He even hummed every once in awhile, letting the vibrations flow from his lips to Marius' cock.

Marius tries to find a witty response, but aroused as he is, nerves fluttering and his thoughts a wreckage of wanting, he only manages to mumble a string of incoherent phrases, a verbal cocktail of English, French, and German, in response.

He groans again, moving his hips forward and with Jake's mouth and hands, his voice louder and more strained as he feels his stomach and chest both tighten, a familiar feeling of just dancing along the edge overcoming him the more Jake lavishes his attentions on him.

His body jolts, back bowing sharply, a long moan escaping him, as the vibrations from Jake's mouth run right through him, and he knows he won't last long at all.

"Jake," he pleads, voice raw, almost a whine, as he tries to warn him. "Jake, I'm going to. I'm close."

Jake didn't pull off, not wanting to let Marius get any sort of relief from what he was doing. To reassure him, he rubbed his thighs, letting him know that it was okay, he was okay and if Marius needed to come, Jake wasn't going to be going anywhere.

He sucked at just the head of Marius' cock, lavishing attention on the head before bobbing down again, taking Marius as far as he could and hollowing his cheeks to provide more friction, more feeling when Marius was already incredibly sensitive.

He ran his thumbs along Marius' thighs, a feather light touch just to add to the sensation that he was already providing, trying to urge Marius to just let his control go and enjoy himself.

Marius feels his pleasure building with each brush of Jake's hands against his thighs, from assuring rubs to gentle touches of his fingers. Each sensation shoots straight through him, along with the beautiful warmth of Jake's mouth, and all of the sensations it inspires in turn.

His legs start to clench, and the movements of his hips grow jerkier, faster, and steady in lacking grace. He clings to what he can reach of Jake's hair, his breath coming hard and fast between noises of pleasure and strings of curse words.

"Jake," he manages just before his orgasm strikes, his back arching and his hips shuddering along with the rest of him. He keens, holding onto Jake for dear life, essentially.

Jake knew what his name in that tone of voice meant. He knew that Marius was about to finally lose his grip on the control he'd had and Jake encouraged it, sucking and licking even quicker.

He pulled off until the head of Marius' cock was in his mouth and that's where he was when Marius came. Having known it was coming, Jake wasn't surprised by the sudden warmth and tackiness coating his tongue and throat. He swallowed quickly, rubbing Marius' thighs to help him come down from his orgasm.

Once he was sure Marius was mostly done, he pulled off, gave his cock one last lick and then smirked lazily up at Marius.

Marius is torn between letting his eyes fall shut and keeping his gaze firmly on Jake as he rides out his orgasm. In the end, he compromises, catching sight of Jake and his clever, lovely mouth in between periods of his eyes fluttering closed from the sheer pleasure of it all.

His chest heaves as he comes down, his body quaking a bit still, as he struggles to catch his breath, eyes falling to that smirk on Jake's face from below.

He lets out another string of French curses, just for good measure. "Dieu, that was amazing," he gasps out, watching Jake with obvious fondness.

"Why thank you," Jake said, preening a bit before straightening up and sitting back on his heels between Marius' legs. He licked his lips, wiped his mouth just to make sure he'd gotten everything and then sat there, watching Marius recover. While he loved the whole act of sex, he really enjoyed the aftermath, watching someone roll around in their afterglow and look completely sated.

"Always good to hear that after a first time blowjob," he said before amending, "First time between you and I. That's definitely not the first time I've ever given one. Won't be the last either."

He grinned and crawled up towards Marius, dropping a light kiss on his forehead. "Probably not the last one between you and I either."

Marius grins, watching Jake preen as he gathers his senses against the pillows. His breath lays heavy in his chest, a lingering pressure from the intensity of the pleasure he's just so enjoyed. If he closes his eyes again, Marius suspects he'll see stars, glowing and spinning, apt to make him dizzy from their height.

He brings a hand to caress Jake's face, down to his neck, slow, soothing strokes as he watches him.

"I'm sure," he murmurs, sated and content in the moment.

He smiles, savoring the gentleness of the kiss to his forehead. "I should hope not," he replies, his smile growing teasing, now. He keeps his gaze on Jake, leans up to kiss him on the mouth. "What do you need from me?" He asks, wondering if Jake wants him to reciprocate or if he has something else in mind. Marius is happy to oblige him, no matter what.

"You look like you're pretty well satisfied," Jake remarked, pleased with the sight and pleased with himself. He didn't doubt his skills but it was still an ego boost to see the affect of his skills so plainly

He settled down beside Marius, stroking a hand up and down his chest and sighing. "You don't have to do anything right now, mate. Take a rest, get your bearings back. I'm pretty sure I'm not gonna calm down anytime soon so you've got time."

He leaned in closer and pressed a kiss against Marius' jaw, nuzzling a bit. "Wouldn't want you to strain yourself while you bask and stretch yourself out on my bed. I'm completely good with waiting and staring at you."

"I am very, very satisfied, thank you," Marius agrees, smiling brightly as he turns to face Jake next to him. He savors the hand moving up and down his chest, letting out a long, soft sigh.

He leans into the kiss to his jaw and Jake nuzzling him there, letting his own hands wander to soothe down Jake's hair and neck, onto his back. His breathing still hitches occasionally, but he's also languid and entirely comfortable. He nuzzles against Jake's head himself, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"That's very kind of you," he says, grateful. He's more used to the rush and bustle of lovemaking, these days. To be able to take things slow like this is truly a pleasure, especially with someone as kind and as lovely as Jake.

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